Okay.

Not one big happy.

More like a bunch of little happys.

For the past few weeks, I’ve been in a funk. Not because of a big sad. But rather just a bunch of really mild annoyances (i.e. the seemingly neverending and soul-sucking job search.)

Lots of little happies today. Things like meeting Cary Ann Hearst (a local singer-songwriter who is quite good!) at lunch. My very own business cards finally arriving in the mail. Getting my resume off to a place I really want to work. Finding that really obscure song on iTunes…by an artist who shares my last name. Getting invoices out. Coming in second in a poker game (out of 25!). Hearing my grandmother is doing better. Chatting with the cute girl at the gym. Coming home to my wife. And my wife being totally cool with (and laughing at me for) chatting with the cute girl at the gym.

Yeah.

Some days the big happy is all of the small happys.

(And since the plural of ‘happy’ isn’t technically a word, I didn’t technically misspell it. Besides. I’m too happy to care).